I know it’s over now. I understand it. I feel it. I believe it.
And I’ve started to see the future.
But in that future, I just hope, when someone asks, you’ll mention me.
I hope you’ll say I was lovely, and gorgeous, and sweet. That you’ll remember to tell them how much you loved seeing me smile and holding my hand.
I hope you’ll mention that our best dates were at Taco Bells or eating $5 pizzas in the park. And that you’ll tell them you always had fun with me.
I hope with all my heart that you won’t forget to talk about our conversations. That you’ll be able to explain what I can’t— the magic of our dialogue, the spark of our connection.
I hope you’ll rattle off all the times you made me laugh, and that you’ll talk about how clearly I saw your gift for making people feel better whenever they were sad.
But mostly, I pray you’ll at least explain that we both loved God, because I believe that God was always right there with us on our journey.
As for me, I know when someone asks about love and such, I’ll never forget to mention you.